However, some of the audience members still couldn't believe it and asked,""But this chair looks similar to my family's yellow rosewood. How can I tell if it's a nine-tune yellow rosewood?”
The huanghuali chair that cost more than 100,000 yuan was not particularly expensive. It was normal for netizens to have it at home.
"One is to see if the veins are in the shape of the Yellow River's nine bends."”
"There's a more direct way. Let me keep you in suspense…"
"That little brother just now, I've overtaken the host, so you'll be the next one.”
The young master of Zhi Bao Zhai had been watching the live broadcast. He pursed his lips and thought to himself that this Chen guy was a good person.
"Simple."
"You can ask Chef Huang or Teacher He to try moving a chair.”
Moving chairs?
Seeing this answer, the audience in the live broadcast room was instantly dumbfounded.
What this guy said…
Why did it always go beyond the norm!
The program team of Yearning had naturally been paying attention to the situation in the live broadcast room.
The scene's PD asked Chef Huang to move the chair through his earpiece.
"Move a chair?"
Chef Huang was also a little puzzled.
However, when the on-site PD explained the nine-tune yellow rosewood to everyone, Huang Little Chef couldn't help but click his tongue.
This chair was actually worth two million?
"Then I'll move the chair and see what's so mysterious about it.”
Little Chef Huang said. He grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands and moved it.
"Eh?"
Little Chef Huang was surprised that he couldn't move it up.
"Why is this chair so heavy?"
Little Chef Huang was a little dumbfounded.
"Teacher Huang is trying to create a show effect again.”
"That's right. You're stronger than Peng Peng. You can't move a chair that weighs more than 20 pounds?”
"False Immortal."
The audience cheered.
He had wronged Little Chef Huang. He really wasn't pretending.
I don't believe it.
He got into a horse stance and exerted strength with both arms. This time, he used all his strength and naturally succeeded in lifting the chair.
"Something's not right. I'm really not acting. This chair is too heavy.”
However, he quickly put it down and rubbed his arm as he spoke to the camera.
Mr. He, who was beside him, was curious and went to move it as well.
In the end…
He only lifted half of it before grimacing and putting it down again.
This time, the viewers in the live streaming room were also surprised.
"What's going on?"
The chair looked very light, so why was it so heavy?
"Hmph, I don't understand."
The young master of Zhi Bao Zhai smiled smugly at the screen and then sent a bullet comment: "It's actually very simple. This yellow rosewood took more than 900 years to grow into the nine curves. Not only does the heartwood have nine cells, but the wood density is also nine times that of ordinary yellow rosewood.”
"A normal chair weighs 20 pounds. This Jiuqu Huanghuali chair weighs 180 pounds.”
"So…"
"If you encounter a particularly heavy yellow rosewood, don't hesitate. You've picked up a treasure!”
The audience was suddenly enlightened.
It really made sense!
"Old sir, where did you get these chairs? Do you know how valuable they are?"
Third Uncle asked curiously.
"Is it very valuable?"
Zhang Hao waved his hand nonchalantly and said," They're all my trees. What's the value of them? I used to use them to chop firewood for cooking.”
"Here, the woodshed you guys lived in before is where I piled the firewood.”
"I took a few pieces and used them to make a few chairs. They're not worth much.”
Zhang Hao was telling the truth.
Zhang Hao had casually planted these Jiuqu yellow rosewoods in the past. He did not know if it had been hundreds or thousands of years, but they had grown quite well without much care.
The scenery of Taoyuan Village had always been very good. It was originally Zhang Hao's old courtyard. Every one or two hundred years, he would come and live there for a while.
More than a hundred years ago, the ancestors of Taoyuan Village fled here, and Zhang Hao took them in.
To make space for the villagers to build houses, he cut down the trees he planted and casually made a few chairs and furniture.
The rest of the wood was piled up in the warehouse.
Zhang Hao himself did not pay attention to the exact number. He estimated that there should be at least a few hundred cubic meters. It should be more than enough to build a few wooden courtyards made of Jiuqu yellow rosewood.
As for whether it was worth it or not?
Zhang Hao really didn't care.
It was just firewood for the fire. It was really not worth anything. If not for the fact that the furniture made from them was not bad, Zhang Hao would not have bothered to put them in the warehouse.
He felt that it was taking up space…
"Burning, cooking, great-grandfather, you are indeed…old Versailles!”
"Old Master, you're awesome!"
"I silently feel sorry for the Jiuqu yellow rosewood that the old man used to light the fire.”
"Grandpa, this is the realm of transcending the secular world!”
"That's right. Isn't the origin of wood burning fire? This is a return to simplicity…Of course, it would be even better if the old man could give me those pieces of wood!”
"It's worth learning from."
"This meal is probably worth millions…"
"Three meals a day, that's 90 meals a month. A year…Forget it, forget it.”
"I really like this kind of great-grandfather!"
"Money is not important. The main thing is that I like the taste of cooking with wood. Old Master, do you still need servants to make the fire?”
The live broadcast room was flooded with bullet comments.
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